I refuse to look at the weather forecast and I am choosing to ignore the clouds being blown across the blue sky by the increasing winds. If I don’t see them then I can assume that this sunny weather will go on for another day. Just one more day.
I stand in the sunshine on our unfinished deck, in front of our unfinished renovations and I close my eyes and will it to be spring… bugger that… I will it to be summer.
I wish with all my might for it to be a hot sunny afternoon in late December.
I can feel the warm summer sun on me. I can smell the summer smells. I can hear the summer noises. I can see summer on the inside of my closed eye lids and it looks glorious.
I realise that I am wishing for more than just warm weather.
I am wishing for that magic summer place. A place where the veggie garden has weeded, sown and watered itself into glorious abundance. A place where the renovations are magically complete. A place where my children are all magically happy and content and dinner cooks itself. A place where I have nothing else to do but sit on my back deck and soak up the loveliness that is a magic summer.
I open my eyes to discover I haven’t quite managed it. It is still winter…. a sunny afternoon, almost spring… but still winter.
My magic summer place is still just a dream…. perhaps a ridiculously impossible dream, but hey, a girl’s gotta dream about something, right?
I’m glad I’m not the only one who avoids the weather forecast in the hope that this will make it otherwise. I would also like a quick fast-forward to summer. Or just a permanent summer? If you find out how to do that just let me know :-)
It will be here before you know it, and then we can whinge that the sun is too bright and it’s too hot to get anything done. lol
You are reading my mind
I can’t get dressed without checking the weather forecast first (sad, I know)! I wish I could because it is always depressingly cold and I want to imagine that it is nice and warm. I am such a summer person, and hate cold weather. Moving to the farm is going to kill me because it is cold 9 months of the year! I say keep imagining Kate!
Oh Jo I feel for you…
When we moved up here I knew it was going to be cold in winter… what I wasn’t prepared for was the wind… the freezing artic, all the time wind! Sill summers here are glorious… hot days but cool nights, just how I like it!
Oh Summer evenings… I’d totally lulled myself right into Spring this week, which will make the cold days coming up even yuckier :(
It won’t be all that long though…
I know.. I had totally convinced myself that spring was here and soon my house would be finished. I am so deluded! LOL
It is so close. The warm sun is so inviting, but the cool breeze still lingers. The smell of the wattle and the blossom on the trees is inciting. I can’t wait either….
oh yeah, just don’t make the mistake of thinking it is ‘really’ out there. There are a million versions of perfection every day that I am trying to take note of and I am trying like MAD to learn not to take note of the version I have in my head that make so much trouble for me!
Spring is coming though…
xx